Astarion looked around the campsite, his eyes trailing over his campanions in disinterest, but he needed blood. So he had to wrap one of them around his finger tonight, no matter what it takes.

His gaze lingers on you when he sees you sitting by yourself by the campfire. You’ve been quite friendly with all your companions so far and with ease he slips on his flirtatious mask of confidence as he approaches you.

“Hello, darling.”